What is the impulse that causes me (and others) to pull out a camera and capture a moment, as opposed to soaking it in, naked? (Naked of a camera, I mean.) Perhaps, I have become artificial, unable to experience life in a primordial state. No longer able to be in a moment without interrupting it to take a picture of it. The above image was taken one morning and afterwards I wondered if I could imagine stopping myself from taking a photo of that sunrise and thus, experiencing it as it was, and how I can be – uncameraed; just a person standing before it. It and me. Two parts of nature. The title of the post "Making an Equivalent" is a reference to Alfred Stieglitz's idea of a photograph as an "Equivalent"; by which I think is meant, in the instance of the above image, a pictorial trace of my feeling about that sunrise.
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